[Al is nice, but the Vicodin is helping to calm his nerves more than anything.]
Hah.
[But House can appreciate a joke. Unfortunately, what he can't do is pick up the pace. This is his 'flat out' now, which is more than a little galling for a man who spent his youth running along lacrosse fields and around the track.]
Keep working, kid. You could probably get a stand-up routine in Vegas. Seven-foot armor just adds to the freak-show attraction.
[This is him being relatively nice. Can you tell? House does try to push himself, but this is ridiculous, it's like every cliche out there. He can see signs pointing to the exit, but it feels like they're going in circles, and what was once the patter of distant feet now sounds like scuttling behind them.
House swears under his breath. Screw pride. Dying in a haunted elementary school would make him a moron.]
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Hah.
[But House can appreciate a joke. Unfortunately, what he can't do is pick up the pace. This is his 'flat out' now, which is more than a little galling for a man who spent his youth running along lacrosse fields and around the track.]
Keep working, kid. You could probably get a stand-up routine in Vegas. Seven-foot armor just adds to the freak-show attraction.
[This is him being relatively nice. Can you tell? House does try to push himself, but this is ridiculous, it's like every cliche out there. He can see signs pointing to the exit, but it feels like they're going in circles, and what was once the patter of distant feet now sounds like scuttling behind them.
House swears under his breath. Screw pride. Dying in a haunted elementary school would make him a moron.]
Pick me up, Elric.